Authors notes: my punctuation was let loose and basically gone in this story. And to all of you worriers...I am Olicity 100%! But that doesn't mean I can't have fun with this love triangle.

Chapter 3

Oliver

The rest of the night...could have gone worse. Michale however was still alive. But Oliver saw the look in Felicity's eyes as she looked at Michale. Was it love...Oliver didn't know. It was more of admiration. But every time Oliver saw that sparkle in those eyes, his heart melted. If only those eyes were looking at him.

Felicity

Michale and Oliver seemed to be getting along relatively well, considering to circumstances. Michale was relaxed, Oliver (only Felicity only noticed) was tense.

"So 'Lis I have to go to a meeting. I'll see you at home." He said kissing her lightly on the lips. Oliver stood and him and Michale shook hands. This time with no finger crushing. Michale left without another word.

"Soooooo, when do you need to be home?" Oliver asked.

"Michale's meeting usually last until 10, so later." She answered, not looking at him.

"Felicity..." Oliver began.

"You are right Oliver we DO need to talk, but not here." She said. He loved how she could read her mind like that.

"Ok, where?" He asked. Felicity gave a shrug.

"How about at the club?" He asked. She hated the idea but it seemed like the best bet. She nodded in agreement. Standing they left. Together.

Oliver

It felt good to be with Felicity. He didn't notice how much he missed the little things. The smell of her perfume, the way she makes the motion of pushing up her glasses only to realize they weren't there, the only thing missing was her rambling. Oliver missed it. Once at the club Oliver noticed Felicity's breath caught. Oliver got out of the car.

Felicity

Felicity's legs felt like jello. Her climbed out of the car ignoring Oliver's attempt to help her. She stood and they began to walk in. As soon as the doors opened to the basement Felicity had to summon up all her power not to run to her computers. She turned to Oliver.

Oliver

He almost ran into her she turned so abruptly.

"What is it Oliver?" She asked her voice steady, too steady.

"Felicityitsnotwhatitlookedlike." He said hurriedly. Felicity somehow understood what he said.

"Then what was it Oliver! I can't understand!" She said her voice shaking. She took a breath.

"I understand why she was kissing you!" She said her voice cracked as she spoke again,

"But why were you kissing her back?" She slid down into her computer chair. Oliver was at a loss for words. No matter how many times he ran this scene through his head, no matter how much he recited his lines. Nothing could have prepared him for this. They way Felicity's eyes swam, the sound of her voice cracking, and the look of disappointment, the look of betrayal.

"She jumped me... Laurel...she's just a friend, she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing." He stated. Felicity looked at him in disbelief.

"You still didn't answer my question." Felicity said looking at him directly.

"I didn't kiss her back Felicity!" Oliver said in an aggravated groan.

"Well! You as sure as hell didn't pull away!" She screamed now standing.

"I did! You walked in at the wrong point, I did pull away! As soon as her lips touched me!" He answered defeated. Felicity only believe him because, of his eyes. She could tell when he was lying, this time he wasn't. She nodded.

"I believe you Ollie." She said. He looked up as if to be sure she wasn't lying. Her heart cracked as she saw Oliver's tearstained face. Oliver was telling her the truth. She just wouldn't listen. Now the damage was done. They were too late. It was to late for THEM.